Sad Soul

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Long time no one played on it anymore. The Maestro had passed away, and the old piano could not accommodate with any other human. They bought new furniture and there was no more place for the piano in the room. And one day it was moved in the garden where it was housing flower pots and slowly was integrating into some sort of wildlife. A small waterfall found its way over the keys, caressing them gently and telling them the verses of an elegy, and the old piano began playing music again.


(Old Masters)